In brotherhood returning, like family once more.
Loyal hearts forever burning, more happy times in store.
So we let our spirits fly, lift our voices up to sing.
And then we raise our glasses high, and let the good times ring.

The vagrant on the corner, the wealthiest of kings,
All search for pride and honor, the joy that loving brings.
Precious days go rushing by, whether pain or joy they bring.
Solet us raise our glasses high, and let the good times ring.

Let’s celebrate together the great good times we made,
In brotherhood and friendship, the music that we played.
And before our time is nigh, teach our children how to sing,
So they may raise their glasses high, and let the good times ring.